Title: Spooky Says
Author: Bidie McCucholl
Category: VR
Rating: NC-17 for strong language and sexual situations
Spoilers: None
Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance.  Erotica.   
Summary: On a hot Friday night, at 10:13 p.m., Mulder
suggests to Scully over the phone that they play a
game...a very interesting adult version of a childhood
favorite.  Yet, as they discover much later, the game
is merely the beginning of the evening's events.  The finale
of a three-part trilogy which includes "Cinnamon Calling" and 
"Mandrake's Message".
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Disclaimer: Yes, folks, it's been fun.  It's been real fun 
writing this trilogy of stories.  I hope you all have 
enjoyed them as much as I have.  So print them out and put
them by your bedside for nightly reading!!!  I already have!

I'll say it one more time---the characters of Fox Mulder and Dana
Scully do not belong to me.  They belong to FOX, Chris Carter,
and Ten Thirteen Productions.  I am in no way making money off
this little endeavor.  The only reward I ask is that my fellow
Philes please supply me with feedback regarding this story
and any of my other stories at AgentXDoll@aol.com.  Thanks a lot
and enjoy the story!
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   "Spooky Says?" A towel-clad Dana Scully paced the floor of her
living room, shouting into the receiver of her cordless phone. 
"What the hell is that?"
   "It's a GAME," Mulder said patronizingly on the other end
of the line.
   Dana rolled her eyes.  "Well, I've never heard of it."
   "Of course you haven't," Mulder told her.  "I made it up."
   "Oh, great," Dana said sarcastically, throwing her free hand
in the air.  "That's just what we need.  A game you made up."
   "Why do you say that?" he asked.
   "Well, knowing you, Mulder, your aptitude for sudden
spontaneity would most certainly prompt you to change whatever
rules you've concocted in your head at will as you go along,
thereby making it much more difficult for anyone to understand
the object of the game."
   Dana's reply was met by silence for a second.  She was sure
Mulder was laughing at her right now, wherever he was.
   "Do you feel better now that you've gotten all that out?" she
heard him say.
   "Very funny, Mulder.  Would you just tell me what the game is
all about before I change my mind about our agreement?"
   "Aye, aye, sir," Mulder replied mockingly.
   Dana expelled her breath with a frustrated huff.  Apparently
this wasn't going to be an easy way to get what she wanted out 
of the evening.
   She heard Mulder begin to describe the game.  "Spooky Says
is my version of an old childhood game," he told her.  "So
it actually isn't my own idea, just my sick and twisted
interpretation of the original game."
   "Sick and twisted?"  Dana's eyebrows raised in humorous
response to his description.  "I take it this game isn't for
children, then."
   "You're damn right it isn't," he said, his voice lowering
several octaves.
   Dana had to grab the nearby chair for support as his voice
began to start the cycle of arousal within her all over again.
Dear God, she had never known a man that could turn her on
so easily, so readily, as Fox Mulder.
   Then again, no man she had ever known had ever captured her
interest, her arousal, and her emotions, like Fox Mulder.  He
was in a class by himself.
   "Mulder..." she whispered, her legs slightly unsteady from
the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins.  "Why don't
you...enlighten me on the purpose of this...game."
   Mulder chuckled softly, his baritone voice sending another
wave of tingling sensations throughout every nerve of her
body.
   "Scully," he asked her, "when you were a kid, did you ever
play Simon Says?"
   "Simon Says?" Dana replied.  "Of course.  All the time.
Melissa always wanted to be Simon and wouldn't let anyone else
have a turn.  She would always pout and cry when Mom made her
relinquish the position to someone else."  She smiled as happy
memories flooded her consciousness.
   "Well, just think of this game as a form of Simon Says,"
Mulder explained to her.  "Except that *Spooky* gives the orders,
and they sure as hell aren't of the juvenile variety."
   "Ooooo...." Dana moaned into the phone.  "I like this
game already."
   Mulder chuckled again in response to her comment.
   "I do have one question, though," Dana said inquisitively.
"If only one person is playing, how do I win the game?"
   "Easy," Mulder said playfully.  "You have to disarm Spooky."
   "And how do you *disarm* Spooky?"
   "Oh, I can think of several ways," he murmured huskily.  "You
just have to pick the right one."
   "And how do I go about doing that?" she wanted to know.
   "Just play; you'll get the hang of it."  Mulder's voice hinted
at the promise of an entertaining evening.
   Dana made her way over to the couch and sat down.  "Fine, I'll
play your little game," she said in acquiescence.  <Anything to
get his ass over here and into my bed,> she thought to herself.
   "Great!"  Mulder's exclamation was that of boyish delight.  
"Just hold on one second while Spooky prepares his orders."
   Dana smiled in response to Mulder's reply.  So Spooky had
to think of orders to give her.  Well, at least they would be
creative.  Well-planned.  Thoughtful.  Hopefully some with 
romantic promise to them.  Although Scully never allowed herself
to take orders from a romantic partner, when those orders
came from Spooky Mulder, she guessed that she could write a few
loopholes into her policy.  But only for Spooky.
   Her breath quickened in anticipation.  What would be his first
order of the evening?  What did he have planned up his sleeve for
her?  Hopefully it meant a nice drive to his place, or a drive to
her place, and hopefully, somewhere in the scenario, there was a
nice comfortable bed involved.  Hell, it didn't even have to be a
bed.  Anything would do.  She wanted Mulder.  She'd wanted him for
too long, and she was not about to be put off.  She would NOT be
put off, especially after having their deepest feelings and sexual
intentions revealed in two thinly-disguised phone calls, and in
the masks of two characters named Cinnamon and Mandrake.  She knew
now, more than ever, that she loved Mulder.  Loved everything
about him, and wanted to show him just how much she loved him.
   She was brought back into the present by the sensual sound of
Mulder's voice.  "Spooky's ready, Scully," he murmured into the
receiver.
   "Scully's ready, Spooky," Dana responded in a husky alto voice.
"Scully's been ready."
   Mulder chuckled softly.  "Let the games begin."
   Dana felt an involuntary shiver travel from the delicate shell
of her ear to the extremities of her petite frame.
   "Spooky says," Mulder began, his voice a soft caress, "Spooky
says he wants to ask a question."
   "And what does Spooky want to know?" Dana answered.
   "Spooky wants to know what Scully is wearing," he whispered
into the phone.  
   Dana blushed.  "Spooky might become aroused beyond measure if
Scully were to tell him," she said flirtatiously.
   Mulder's moan sent another shiver through Dana's body.
  "But Spooky says he wants to know.  And Scully loses if she
doesn't play right."
   "Then maybe Scully should tell him," Dana said, her voice
almost a whisper.
   "Yes, maybe she should."
   Dana closed her eyes.  She hoped she could survive this intense
mental foreplay.  The first question had yet to be answered, and 
Dana felt as if her insides were about to burst.
   "Scully is wearing nothing," she told him.  "Nothing but a thin
terrycloth towel around her torso."
   She was sure she heard Mulder expend his breath with a long
hiss.  Hmmm...what did Spooky have to say about that?
   "Has Scully been like that all night?" he asked her.
   Dana smiled.  "I don't have to answer that," she replied.
   "And why not?"
   "Because Spooky didn't say."  Ha.  That should teach him to ask
such loaded questions.
   Mulder laughed.  "You're good at this."
   "I know," Dana remarked with an air of exaggerated confidence.
"Oh and just for the record, if we're strictly adhering to the
rules, Spooky only says...he doesn't ask."
   "And since when did those who weren't Spooky get to make the
rules?" he asked in rebuttal.  "And, in case you've forgotten,
since when has Spooky ever followed the rules?"
   Dana felt the slight giggle begin to bubble from the base of
her throat and did nothing to contain it.  
   "Fine," Mulder agreed.  "If you want to be picky, then so be
it.  But be forewarned that I can be just as specific as you can be."
   Dana repeated an earlier remark he had made to her.  "I'm 
counting on it, Spooky."
   There was a brief pause before Mulder began his next request.
"Spooky says, go into the bedroom."
   Dana rose from the couch and did as she was told.  "Okay, I'm
in the bedroom," she said.  "Now what?"
   "Spooky says, go to the dresser."
   Dana obeyed again.
   "Now Spooky says, open the dresser drawers and pick out 
something incredibly sexy to wear for Spooky."
   Dana obeyed once more, opening her drawer of lingerie.
"What does Spooky want Scully to wear?" she wanted to know.
   "Hmmm...." Mulder thought for a minute.  "What are Spooky's
options?"
   "You'd better rephrase that question if you want an answer,"
Dana reminded him.  "Spooky didn't say."
   Mulder chuckled again.  "Well, excuse me, Silver-tongue
Scully."  He paused for a second and said, "Spooky says he
wants to know what his options are."
   Dana examined the contents of the drawer.  "Well, we have
several items of interest to Spooky.  One of which is a 
satiny little teddy in ice blue, with the slightest hint of
white lace."  She continued to rifle through the small 
amount of sexy articles she owned.  If it weren't for the
few occasions Dana had bought something special for a 
lover in her ancient past, Spooky would have had to settle
for satin pajamas this evening.
   "Another item of interest," Dana said, "is a racy little
number in red...a lacy brassiere and panties with nearly 
transparent lace in all the right places."
   "Mmmm..." Mulder moaned.  "Sounds promising.  Spooky
says he wants Scully to pick some more."
   "Well," Scully said, searching through the drawer one
more time, "there's an interesting little black chemise
which barely covers certain strategic areas, and---" her
eyes rested upon something at the bottom of the drawer.
"Last but not least, a white satin and lace bustier 
with a dangerously low neckline, complete with matching
panties, a garter belt and silk stockings.  Bought for
a special occasion, but never worn."  She closed her
eyes as she remembered that fateful night of her breakup
with Jack Willis....her plans of an erotic evening alone
with him ruined yet again by another last-minute case.
Her frustration with his dedication to his work, her
purchase of the item as a last-ditch effort to mend the
relationship.  Never worn, stuffed into the bottom of
the drawer, hidden from sight, so that Dana could forget
and heal her heart with the passage of time. 
   "Never worn?" Mulder asked.  "Then Spooky says he
wants Scully to put it on.  All of it."  With a slight
chuckle and a husky voice, Mulder continued, "Spooky
has a slight fondness for sexy redheads in garter
belts."
   His last remark sent Dana gasping for air, robbed
of oxygen.  Everything suddenly became hazy as Dana
desperately fought for consciousness.  She wasn't sure
if she could maintain this erotic banter for much longer.
Things were already getting way out of hand, and the game
was just beginning.
   "Scully awaits Spooky's orders," she managed to whisper
into the phone.
   There was a period of brief silence on the phone, then
Mulder said, "Spooky says, put on the garter belt first."
His voice was barely audible.
   Dana did as she was told, donning the belt of lace
and nearly invisible white satin.  "Okay, it's on," she
said to him, her voice as soft as his.  She wondered what
he must be thinking, wondered what he was imagining as she
followed his orders.
   "The panties," he breathed.  "Spooky says, put on the
panties."
   The silken material slid into place with the slightest
of whispers.
   "Now Spooky says, put on the stockings.  Very slowly.
So slow I want to feel the fabric moving up to your thighs."
   Dana gingerly took the delicate material in her hands
and began the slow process of working it up the satin of
her ivory legs.  The last step was to attach the filmy 
material to the belt.
   "There," she said.  "It's done.  All that's left is
the bustier."
   "Spooky says, put it on."  Mulder's breath was becoming
heavily labored. 
   The dutiful Dana walked in front of her full-length mirror
to complete this task, slightly curious to see just how the 
outfit looked on her.  Again, without rushing in the slightest,
Dana took the lacy bustier and carefully wrapped the bodice
around her middle, paying great attention to the improvement
of her newly ripened cleavage.  She gasped as she observed 
her reflection in the mirror.
   The ivory of her skin against the even whiter lacy garment
gave Dana a lovely peaches-and-cream complexion.  Her auburn
hair was a mass of fire on top of her head, a crown of flames
radiating outward in all directions.
   She stood somewhere between the worlds of innocence and 
innuendo, simplicity and sensuality.
   And she loved it.
   "Dana..." Mulder's voice murmured into the receiver.  "Dana,
what do you look like?"
   She sighed excitedly.  "Mulder, if you could see for
yourself, all of this would be off of me as we speak."
   "Scully..." he growled.  "Scully, go to the window and
look up at the stars."
   "But Spooky didn't say," she argued.
   "Okay, Spooky says so.  Go do it."
   Dana did as directed, and looked upward, into the heavens.
"What a beautiful night," she murmured into the phone.
   She heard Mulder's ragged, heavy breathing and knew he
was near his breaking point.  Any minute now and she knew he
would suggest that they be together, to satisfy their raging 
desires, to quell the fires within, to consummate this newfound
love between them.  Although he'd never indicated in the slightest
that he would come over tonight, he would have to; he wouldn't
dare tease both her and himself into a fit of unresolved passion.
Neither of them could take much more of this.
   "The moon's full," she observed aloud.
   "A moon made for lovers," Mulder crooned into the phone.
   "A moon made for us," Dana said.
   Suddenly Mulder forgot temporarily about the game.  "Scully,
what do you see when you look at the stars?"
   "Are we still playing the game?" she wanted to know.
   "It's halftime," Mulder replied, with tenderness and humor
all at once.  
   Dana smiled.  "I see millions and millions of diamonds laid
atop a blanket of soft black velvet."  She smiled and leaned
against the windowsill.
   "Quite a romantic image, coming from a scientist," Mulder
quipped, emitting a soft laugh from Dana.
   "I'm only a scientist during work hours," she said,
contributing to the sensual repartee.
   "So what are you in the night hours?" Mulder asked 
suggestively.
   Dana moaned in response, a low hum into the phone which she
knew would send Mulder into overdrive.  "Mmmm, why don't you
come over here and find out?"
   "Scully...Dana..." Mulder breathed.
   "Come on, Mulder," she said, her voice soft, sensual, and
alluring, beckoning him to come.  "You'll have the most
incredible night of your life if you'll just get in your car
and come over here."  She smiled.  
   "I...I..."
   "Mulder..." Dana murmured into the phone.  "I'm not going
to be denied this.  Not after what you've put me through tonight.
If I have to come over there, I will.  One way or the other, you
are going to make wild, passionate love to me until the morning
light, and I won't settle for less.  Understood?"
   Damn, she would've thought he'd have already been knocking on
her door by now, after such a proposition.  Wasn't that what he'd
always wanted?  Always hoped for?  Wasn't that the secret desire
of all those comments over the last five years, the veiled remarks, the secret looks of lust she'd observed in his more
unguarded moments?
   She'd have to try harder.
   "Mulder?" she said softly, when he did not respond to her 
sexual ultimatum.  "Mulder, are you still there?"
   She heard a pained voice whisper, "Scully..." before trailing
off into silence again.
   "Mulder, what is it?  Why won't you answer me?  Why won't you
do what you've wanted to do for so long?  My home, my soul, 
my heart, and my body are all open to you, and you have a chance
to have all of them.  All you have to do is get in your car and
come over here."
   Finally Mulder spoke.  "Scully..." he murmured, 
"...I want...I mean, what I mean to say is...I guess I'm
just...."
   "Yes?" Dana was quickly growing impatient.
   "I guess I'm just..." Mulder repeated, "...I mean, I want
this to be..." he expelled a quick breath, "perfect.  Not 
some frantic groping on a bed or on my couch.  Not a few sweet
nothings whispered into each other's ears, a little pleasure,
and then nothing."  He sighed.  "I want more than just that,
and that's all it'll be tonight, considering how badly I want
you right now."
   Dana could tell by the strain of Mulder's voice that he
was exhibiting superhuman strength by keeping his distance.
Strength she didn't think he would be able to sustain 
in the long run.
   "Mulder," she said endearingly into the phone, "it doesn't
have to be like that.  We can take our time.  We don't have
to rush.  We have all night."
   "Scully..." he whispered, his voice harsh and raspy.
   Neither of them spoke for several seconds.  The ominous
tension of the silence was such that Dana had forgotten to
breathe.  She caught herself and began to laugh inwardly.
   She was nervous, although she'd tried to convince Mulder
that she was a confident, seductive woman.  And Mulder was
nervous.  Scared as much as a teenage boy in the throes of
his first passion.  Hell, they had every right to be.  How
long had it been for her?  For him?  Could she even
remember how to do it?
   Sighing, she spoke into the receiver again.  "Maybe
you're right," she said.  "Maybe we are rushing things.
Maybe we should wait."
   Her only reply was the sound of ragged breathing on the
other end of the line.
   <Dammit, Mulder, why don't you say something?> she 
wanted to scream.  What was he thinking?  Feeling?
His silence was more annoying to Dana than his glib tongue
or his sarcastic wit.
   What could she do to lure him across town into her
house, into her arms, into her bed?  What hadn't she tried
yet?  What sort of verbal persuasion would encourage him
to forsake his reservations and fall into her embrace?
   At that moment, Dana wished she were the psychologist.
   Wait.  There was something...something Mulder used all
the time to get Dana involved on some bizarre case or
researching his latest hairbrained theory.  Maybe she didn't
need to be a psychologist after all.
   A devilish smile crept across the corners of her full
mouth.  "Mulder," she said, fighting to contain the emotion
in her voice, "why don't you just stay home tonight.  I mean,
if you're not up to this...."
   "What do you mean, Scully?" was his immediate response.
   "I mean, it's obvious to me that you lack the certain...
aggressive male traits of the sexual initiator," she said.
"Which, in my medical opinion, would indicate that perhaps 
you suffer from some sort of performance anxiety---"
   Mulder cut her off with a biting question.  "Scully, what
are you implying here?"  His voice was colored with the
briefest hint of indignity.
   She grinned.  
   Sucker.
   "I'm not implying anything, Mulder," she responded 
innocently.  "I'm just observing your apparent apprehension
in following through on all your promises of the evening.
Promises which until now, you led me to believe you would
keep."  She paused for a minute, to give her next remark
added emphasis.  "So are you all talk and no action, Mulder?
All promise and no delivery?"
   Silence.
   "You know, Mulder," she continued, "if you don't have
the balls to follow through with your previous intentions,
I understand.  However," she said, fighting the smug grin
which threatened to appear, "I would strongly advise that
you seek medical attention regarding this matter."
   The sound of Mulder's breathing was now replaced with a
very faint, but clearly audible, expletive.  Dana grinned.
The package was delivered.  Mission accomplished.
   "Scully, that was cold.  That was damn cold," Mulder
finally responded in an ominous whisper.
   "Cold?" Dana said innocently.  "Mulder, I'm merely making
a clinical, medical observation regarding your, um...
condition."  She suppressed a gleeful giggle in the pit of
her stomach.  
   Mulder responded in full voice for the first time in
minutes, his voice clearly agitated.  "So you think I
can't...you know...?"
   "Mulder, you'll have to be more clear with your 
questions," Dana replied with the slightest hint of mirth.
"Are you referring to getting it up or just performing
in general?  Because while closely related, these are
two separate conditions which require specialized 
treatment."
   Damn, it was flowing from her like honey.  Silver-
tongue Scully was in full force this evening.
   When Mulder didn't respond, Dana continued.  "You
know, that may explain why you've taken such an
interest in materials of a certain...pornographic
nature," she commented, with just a trace of sugary
sweetness.  
   "Scully..."  Mulder's voice was suddenly very low and
threatening.
   Dana, however, would not be deterred from her 'scientific'
rationalization.  "Yes, I can see it now.  Recent surveys
have indicated that men who have difficulty with intimacy
or matters of individual performance generally tend to
gravitate toward pornography as a sexual substitute.  Could
that explain all those videos you keep in your drawer at
the office, Mulder?  All those late nights in front of the
television?"
   "Dammit, Scully..." Mulder growled roughly, his voice
a feral bass.  "Enough already with the medical opinion.  
My personal life and sexual ability are none of your goddamn
business."
   "Oh?" she said, continuing in her dulcet discourse.
"I'm only attempting to gather all the facts and analyze
them accordingly."
   She liked his state of agitation.  It was a rare moment
for Mulder.  Usually he had her off-balance, not the other
way around.  The control and the power she currently held
over him was becoming very addictive.
   "Okay, Scully," he rumbled into the phone, his raspy
voice sending another wave of chills throughout her
body.  "If that's how you want to play it, fine."
   Dana held her breath.  Did that mean...?  Was he going
to...?  She waited for his next response.
   "Halftime's over," he said roughly.  "Spooky says it's
time for the tipoff."
   Dana closed her eyes in a state of semi-relief. It wasn't
what she had hoped for, but at least now there was a chance,
if she could just push a few more buttons.  Besides, she was
enjoying this little game, even if it meant giving up the
control she had just gained over Fox Mulder.
   She heard him speak again, this time with a darker, more
animal, intent.  "Spooky says, touch your breasts."
   Dana gasped.  "Mulder---"
   "Do it, Scully.  Spooky says so."
   "Mulder, I don't think---"
   "Just do it, Scully, or you lose the game."  Mulder's
voice was barely recognizable.  "We know you have too much
pride to lose."
   He was right.  Dammit, why did he always have to be
right?  Scully turned her back from the window and began
to cup the fullness of her breast with her free hand,
moaning as a wave of pleasure traveled from her breast
to the ache between her thighs.
   "Spooky wants to know if you're still looking out the
window," Mulder rasped into the receiver.
   "No," Dana replied.  
   "Did Spooky say to turn away?"
   Dana gasped.  Mulder was beginning to scare her.  "Um...
no," she whispered, her voice trembling with something
close to fear.
   "Then you'd better do what Spooky says," he said
roughly.
   "But, Mulder, there could be people walking by.  Strange
psychos roaming the streets.  Anyone could see me."
   "Don't argue with Spooky," he muttered gruffly.  "You
know the consequences."
   "Ohhh..." she gasped.  "Damn you, Mulder."  She turned
toward the window, a knot of apprehension beginning to form
in the pit of her stomach.
   Up until now, the game had been fun.  Playful.  A
casual flirtation in the hope of leading to something more
in Dana's mind.  Something leading to a passonate mating with
Mulder.  But now, there was no trace of fun or play in the
game.  It was about control.  Power.  The power she was sure
Mulder was attempting to regain, after the recent injuries
and insults to his manly prowess.
   She hadn't meant to drive him to this.  She only wanted
him to accept her little challenge and prove to her what
a man he really was.  She had never, ever expected this
display of tyrannical dictatorship from her partner.
   Dammit, why couldn't this, of all things, be a mutual
endeavor?  And why did this have to be a game of control?
Dana was fast becoming a pawn, a victim, and of all things
she abhorred, that was the one thing she could not---would
not---allow to happen to her.
   "Scully, are you at the window?" Mulder wanted to know.
   She gulped, attempting to steady her fluttering pulse.
"Yes," she said.
   "Are you facing out like Spooky said?"
   "Yes," she replied, searching outside the window for any
signs of passersby, or casual onlookers.  Aside from the
occasional car parked along the street, she saw nothing out
of the ordinary.  Hopefully it would remain that way, for
a while, at least.
   "Good," he said jovially into the phone.  "Are you still
touching your breasts?"
   "Spooky didn't say," she retorted indignantly, "therefore
I don't have to answer."
   "Don't get smart with me, Scully.  Did Spooky ever say
to stop?"
   She gulped, her bright blue eyes as wide as saucers.
"No," she managed to say.
   "Then do what Spooky says until Spooky tells you to stop."
Mulder's voice was ominous, a threatening thundercloud
charged with electricity.
   Obeying his command, Dana cupped her breasts again with
her free hand and began to slowly massage them.  Despite
her fear and apprehension, the pleasure of her ministrations
began to have a soothing yet exciting effect on her.  "Mmmm.."
she moaned uncontrollably into the phone.
   "Spooky says he wants to know if it feels good, Scully."
   Dana let out another involuntary sound, gasping.  "Yesss...
it feels good..."  God, it did feel good.  Incredibly good
for someone who was nervous about being in another's control.
   "Spooky says he wants to know if you're using both hands,"
Mulder whispered.
   "No," Dana responded breathlessly.  "I'm only using one
and holding the phone with the other."
   "Use both," Mulder commanded.  "Spooky says, use both
hands."
   Afraid to argue, Dana fit the cordless phone between
her shoulder and her head and began to massage her full
breasts with both hands.  Her neck was beginning to tense,
but the double pleasure of both hands on her breasts more
than compensated for the slight discomfort.
   "Ahhh...." Dana sighed as her hands became more 
insistent.  She imagined Mulder caressing them, holding
them, kissing them, with no force or threatening control,
only gentleness.  "Mulder...Mulder...."  Forgotten was
the vulnerable position where she stood, or the 
possibility of discovery.  She existed for only this
moment, this moment of pleasure.
   "Now..." Mulder whispered, "Spooky says, run your
hands all over your body.  Everywhere."
   Dana did as she was told, gasping as her fingers
trailed feathery caresses along her neck, her ears,
her shoulders.  Her arms, her wrists, down to her
chest, her abdomen, and finally skirting rapidly 
around the auburn curls at the juncture of her thighs.
   "Ohhh..." she gasped, as her fingers found the
sensitive bud there.  "Mulder...."
   A garbled groan escaped from Mulder's throat.
"Spooky..." he paused, "...Spooky says, touch yourself.
Touch yourself...there..."
   "I already am," she whispered, between heavy sighs.
   "Oh, Scully...." Mulder's voice trailed off.  A random
groan indicated that he was caught up in the midst of his
own passion as well.
   She felt it building, building, building....Increasing
the pressure on her clit, Dana began to whimper, begging
for release.  She was no longer bound by the chains of
a caller named Spooky.  She had been liberated.  Her own
femininity had freed her from his control.  She heard his
name on her lips over and over again as she felt the mad
rush of her blood, the pounding of her heart.
   Then, as soon as she felt the slight trembling of her
womb, the beginnings of an incredible release, she heard
Mulder's voice again.
   "Spooky says stop."
   Ahhh.....Dammit.
   The ache was almost too much to bear as Dana forced her
fingers away from the center of her pleasure.  In fact,
Dana had to double over to prevent the torturous agony 
within from ripping her apart.  
   "Mulder..." she gasped heavily into the phone.  "Have
you no heart?"
   "Spooky said to stop," he whispered.  "Besides, Spooky
doesn't want Scully to keep all the fun to herself."
   "You're merciless," she grunted into the phone, 
clutching her abdomen, desperately trying to rid herself
of the agony of unfulfilled arousal.
   Mulder said nothing.
   "Why?" she asked.  "Why did you bring me so close and
cut me off?  Why are you torturing me like this?"  When he
did not respond, Dana yelled into the phone.  "Dammit,
Mulder, I want an answer!"
   Mulder softly replied, "Spooky wants you to save it
for him."
   Her heart stopped beating for several seconds...did 
that mean...could it be...?
   "Mulder, get your ass over here now and finish what
you goddamn started."  Her order was direct, to the 
point, and forcefully commanding.  "Now."
   Mulder chuckled.  "Scully is ordering Spooky around?"
   "No, dammit, Dana is ordering Fox around.  Quit
beating around the bush and get your ass over here now,
you spooky son of a bitch."
   "You'll lose the game," Mulder reminded her 
melodiously, with a sickeningly sweet timbre to his voice.
   "I don't give a rat's ass anymore about the game,"
Dana shouted into the receiver.
   "My, what language."
   "Goddammit, Mulder, I'm tired of this little charade!"
She walked away from the window and began pacing the 
perimeter of her apartment.  "If your spooky ass is not
over here in twenty minutes, you can forget about this,
about everything we've said and done tonight, and not only
that, but you and Skinner will both find a request for
reassignment on your desks Monday morning.  Now what
does Spooky have to say?"
    Suddenly there was a calm quiet on the other end
of the phone.  Dana frowned.  "Mulder?  Mulder...!"
    Silence.
    "Answer me, goddammit!" she yelled.
    After several more seconds of silence, Dana cast
a violent expletive to the wind and threw the phone
on the couch, without even bothering to break the
connection.
    Damn him.  God damn him.  She had never in her 
life felt the rage she was enduring right now.  Never
had she let someone control her, command her, tease
her, and torment her to the heights of passion, only
to be denied the gratification of a soul-shattering
orgasm.  And then he had the nerve to hang up on her.
    What in God's name had caused her to ever fall
in love with Spooky Mulder?
    She'd threatened reassignment in his face.  She
knew he couldn't live without her, couldn't continue
his work without her.  It was her last remaining trump
card to get him to do something about these feelings
they were experiencing, the only thing she had left.
And he'd refused that as well.
   Something was demented about a man who would hide
his desire for a woman behind a game and pursue her 
exclusively over the phone.  Something was clearly
demented, insane, deranged, about Mulder's methods
of seduction.  But then again, Mulder himself was
clearly demented and deranged...and, as exasperating
as he was, as much as she hated to admit it,
she thrived on his insanity.
   Suddenly she heard a faint sound coming from the
ear of the cordless phone beside her.  A dial tone?  
No.  White noise?  No.  
   Her last name.  "Scully....Scully...."
   She sighed in relief.  He *hadn't* hung up on her.
He'd been there the whole time....
   Quickly she picked up the phone.  "Mulder," she
gasped into the phone.  "I'm here."
   She heard his sigh of relief.  "I thought you'd
hung up on me," was his reply.
   "I thought you had," she countered.
   Another uncomfortable silence for several seconds.
   "Scully..." Mulder began, "would you...would you
really leave if I don't come through that door tonight?"
   Scully frowned.  "I've...given it considerable
thought," she said.  "Face it, Mulder, if we don't come
to some sort of resolution on this matter, we won't be
able to work together at all.  Guidelines have to be
set, ground rules made, if we are to establish any form
of a relationship."  She paused for a second.  "We, not
you, not I, have to decide what we want to do, and Spooky
can't be the only one giving the orders." 
   Mulder thought for a minute before responding.
"Maybe we could meet halfway," he mused aloud.
   What?  What was he getting at?  "Mulder?" she prompted
him to continue.
   "The game ain't over yet," he said.  "Spooky has one
more order for Scully."
   Dear God, not again.  "And what is that?" she said
agitatedly.
   "Spooky says..." Mulder hesitated for the briefest of
moments.  "Spooky says, go to the door."
   Dana went to the large wooden door and stopped.  "I'm
here, Mulder."
   "Now, open the door and go out into the hallway."
   "But Spooky didn't say," Dana retorted, her hands
shaking as they rested on the doorknob.
   Did she hear something?
   "Spooky says, open the door and go out into the hallway."
Mulder's voice seemed much fuller, with richness of tone
she hadn't heard in their entire conversation.
   Filled with insatiable curiosity, Dana took a deep
breath and released it before turning the knob and
pulling the door open.
   The phone dropped from Dana's hand onto the hardwood
floor as she stared, appalled, at the man in her doorway,
holding a cell phone to his ear and grinning admiringly
at the stunning redhead in her state of near nakedness.
   A sensual chuckle erupted from Mulder's throat as he
gazed into Dana's astonished azure eyes.  Holding the 
phone closer to his ear, he spoke into it, all the while
staring appreciatively into those baby blues.  "Spooky
says you win, Dana," he murmured huskily, his hazel
eyes warming her entire body with the heat of his gaze. 
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   "Mulder..." she whispered, unable to tear her eyes
from his spellbinding eyes of velvet.  God, he was
attractive.  Incredibly, unbelievably attractive in his
black T-shirt and second-skin jeans.  
   She was trembling all over....how he was able to
do it to her, she'd never know.
   Dammit, he was too handsome for words.
   "How...how long have you..."
   "Long enough," Mulder replied, his eyes growing
darker by the second as they roamed over every 
curve and crevice of Dana's scantily clothed body.
   "Here?" she asked.
   "Well, not here," he said, "but close by.  Close
enough to watch you through a window."  His eyes
continued their sensual journey along her ivory flesh.
   Dana blushed as she remembered how insistent Mulder
had been that she remain at the window during the game.
Ohmigod.  "You...you saw...?"
   Mulder nodded, his eyes never leaving her body.
"I saw...and I liked what I saw.  I like...what I'm 
seeing now."
   Her breath caught in her throat as Mulder stared
openly at her barely-covered breasts.
   "I really like what I'm seeing," he added, his
eyes caressing every inch of her breasts.  "In fact,"
he murmured, "I think I'm going to need more than
just seeing, if I have to keep looking at you dressed
like that."
   Dana suddenly felt herself become light as air,
suddenly dizzy from having forgotten to release the
breath she'd held within her. <Breathe, Dana,> she
reminded herself.  <Breathe.>
   "Well?" Mulder said softly.  "Are you gonna invite
me in?"
   Dana tore her eyes from Mulder's male beauty and took
a step back, gesturing for him to enter.  "Please, come
in," she murmured, admiring the way the muscles of his
arms rippled as he turned to close the door.
   The click of the lock was the only sound in the 
apartment as they stood in silence, in stillness, their
eyes searching each other, questioning, probing, wanting,
bewitching.  The distance between them was small, a few
feet, yet Dana felt as if a great divide separated her
from the man in front of her door.  The chasm was great,
the stillness uncomfortable, the tension as thick, as
weighty, as a rain-soaked thundercloud.  Something had
to give.  Something had to burst, to open, to release
the torrent of passion's tempest within her.  Within
the sensual man whose eyes were telling her exactly 
what he intended to do to her, in the deluge of a
violent, passionate downpour.
   God, if he kept that up, Dana knew she was sure
to drown.
   Mulder continued his visual seduction, his velvety
eyes fixed on her darkening eyes of sapphire.  Every
fiber in her body screamed for him to take some sort of
action, to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her.  And
yet he remained.
   Why was he holding back?  Was it true?  Was Mulder
all promise and no delivery?  Was her playful challenge
the actual truth?
   There was only one way to find out.
   Dana steeled her nerve, fueled her courage.  <Please,
God, don't let me screw this up,> she prayed as she
began closing the distance between her and Mulder,
her arms open and inviting.
   "Mulder...." she beckoned to him, her voice suddenly
heavy with desire.  
   Mulder stood, frozen, as she approached him, his
soulful eyes wide in anticipation, in expectation of
the inevitable.
   And then she was there, where she'd dreamt of being
for ages upon ages, lifetimes upon lifetimes, in the
strong, impassioned embrace of her soulmate.  She 
gasped as a fiery tingle penetrated her skin from
the contact of Mulder's arms around her waist.  
Suddenly a small sigh escaped from Dana's lips when
his head descended to pause mere inches from hers, his
lips parted, his breath ragged as it caressed the
delicate flesh of her face.
   Eternities seemed to pass before her eyes as 
he lingered just above her mouth, his full lips
prepared to extend an infinitesimal fraction of an 
inch to claim her own.  The heated tension of the moment
was more than Dana could handle.
   This had gone on far too long.  She was tired of
his hesitation, his reluctance to do what she knew
he very much wanted to do to her.  With her.  She 
craved to feel the pillowy softness of his lips on hers.
She wanted him everywhere, all over her, on top of
her, beneath her, inside her.
   Dear God, did she want him inside her.
   Suddenly Mulder's eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowing
in a pained expression.  "Mulder?" she murmured 
questioningly.  "Mulder, what's wrong?"
   He opened his eyes to look at her, his eyes a
billowing, churning heather.  
   "Scully..." he whispered in her ear.  "Scully, I'm
sorry," he said.  "So sorry for what I did to you a
while ago.  I'm sorry I got a little carried away with
the game.  I didn't mean to hurt you or make you feel
uncomfortable; God I could shoot myself for even making
you do something you didn't want to do.  I just..."
   "Shhhhhh...."  Dana put a dainty finger to his 
voluminous lips.  "You didn't make me do anything I didn't
want to do, Mulder.  It was difficult for me to give
up control...control of myself, control of the 
situation...but I enjoyed playing the game with you."
She relished the moment of connection as their eyes
met in understanding, in trust, in acceptance.
   In love.
   "Dana, I don't deserve you," he murmured, as a tear
began to well up in his eye.  "I'll never be worthy of
you.  You could have easily told me to go to hell and
left my ass on the curb after what I did to you just
then."
   "I almost did," she admitted, as she stared into
his velvety eyes.  "But I realized that I value you
too much to ever leave you alone in this world."
She paused as tears began to well in her sapphire
orbs.  "I love you, Mulder."
   "Dana..." Mulder sighed raggedly, closing his eyes.
   "Besides," she added, her voice suddenly lighter,
"I knew you wouldn't be able to last a day without me."
She ruffled the stray locks on his forehead. 
   "Oh yeah?  Is that so?"  Mulder said in mock
offense as he lifted her into his arms.  "If you keep
this up, I'll tell you what else ain't gonna last too
long."
   "Enlighten me," she said, stifling several impetuous
giggles as Mulder carried her into the bedroom, dropping
her unceremoniously on the bed.
   "If you keep tempting me with that damn garter belt,"
Mulder replied with a sinful grin, "the gentleman in me
won't last another second."  His lips swooped down to 
claim her neck in a gentle kiss.
   Dana gasped as she felt the heavenly pressure of
Mulder's lips upon her flesh.  As his mouth moved along
the column of her ivory neck, she remembered that this
wasn't another fantasy.  The realm of fantasy was now
the reality of her dream, the fairytale come true.
   "Well," Dana replied, "there's a simple solution to
that problem."  She tilted her head upward so that their
faces were nearly touching.  "You could always remove it."
   "Good idea," Mulder whispered against her lips.
   "In fact," she murmured huskily, "I can think of
several things you could remove."
   "Mmmmm..." Mulder moaned, his lips descending to 
finally melt with hers in a passionate kiss.
   "Mulder..." she mumbled against his lips, savoring
the first moment of connection, of union, between them.
His mouth began an intimate exploration of hers, his 
tongue swiftly and expertly probing the hidden recesses
of her eager mouth.  Her hands traveled upwards to his
face, cradling it, caressing the sharp stubble on his
chin, moving to his neck, his powerful shoulders, the
bulging muscles in his arms.  
    "I want you, Mulder," she breathed into him,
as his lips began another expedition into the waiting
mysteries of her mouth.  She felt him kneel at the foot
of the bed, so that he could take her into his arms, to
fit her more intimately with him.  Following his lead,
Dana wrapped her legs around his hips and gasped as she
felt the heat of his straining manhood against the denim
of his jeans.
    "Scully..." he whispered into her ear, as his hands
began to roam her feminine curves.  She moaned as his
fingers grazed against the tops of her breasts,
tracing the outline of them, his lips kissing them
hungrily.  
    And suddenly the satin and lace of her bustier
had melted to the floor before her eyes.  Mulder had
somehow unfastened the hooks and latches all on his
own, without her knowledge.
   The man was smooth.  Definitely smooth.
   "Scully, you're beautiful..." he murmured, the
breath of his words lightly caressing the satiny skin.
His mouth descended upon one perfect globe, then the
next, his tongue and teeth paying extra attention to
the rosy tip of each nipple.
   "Mulder, Mulder, Mulder..." Dana chanted over and
over again, lost in the exquisite sensations of his
lips on her breasts.  She felt herself moving backward
on the bed, very slowly, as Mulder gently coaxed her
into a horizontal position.
   "Make love to me, Mulder," she moaned, as his lips
traveled to her stomach, his tongue flicking in and out
of her navel.  "God, I can't take much more..."
   Mulder's labored breath indicated that he, too, was
on the verge of his control.  Slowly his lips moved lower,
to her hips, her thighs, his tongue lapping the delicious
scent of her sweetness from her skin.
   And then, the instant his lips and tongue found her 
swollen bud of desire, Dana came with an ear-splitting
cry of ecstasy.  Mulder buried his head into her auburn
curls, inhaling her scent as he lapped every ounce of
her juices into his greedy mouth.
   Dana screamed his name, over and over again, as the 
violent spasms racked her body.  She was afire, ablaze,
alive for the first time in her life, and the tremors
kept coming, kept coming as Mulder's mouth hungrily
licked and sucked on the most secret parts of her.
   Dear God, would they ever subside?
   "Mulllderrr...." she begged deliriously, as another
wave of blissful spasms overtook her.  "Mulder, my God! oh, 
please...please stop...."
   "Mmmmm...." Mulder moaned into her clit, his swollen
lips vibrating against the pulsating nub.  "I can't; I'm
enjoying this too much."
   "Mulder..." she rasped, clutching his head, "if you
don't stop, so help me God I'm gonna split open."
   Once more, his tongue flicked across her clit and 
sent Dana into another wave of ecstatic convulsions, 
screaming a string of blessings and curses on the man
who could give her such incredible pleasure.
   "I've got to catch up," he whispered, "on five years
of fantasies about this.  This may take a while."  His
breath was hot and heavy on her clit.
   "Mulder...!!!" she grunted loudly.  "Dammit, Mulder,
we've got all night to do this!"
   "Precisely," Mulder moaned, enclosing his lips around
the sensitive bud and sucking greedily, creating another
and yet another flood of celestial contractions within
her.  He laughed as Dana's supplications to her deity
became curses to her lover.  "Let's see how long you can
go like this," he said impishly.
   "No!" Dana exclaimed, pulling his head up.  "Mulder,
please...please stop," she begged him desperately.
   Mulder grinned, licking her sweet juices from his lips.
"What will you give me if I stop?" he asked, his voice
rumbling with sexual intent.
   Dana paused in her reply, her breath coming and going
in dry heaves.  "Give me five minutes to recover and I'll
give you as good as I got."
   Mulder sighed raggedly, his lips descending upon hers
in fervent passion.  "Dana, I want to be inside you," he
murmured against her mouth, applying sweet suction to her
parted, pouty lips.
   Dana gladly accepted the gift of his mouth, returning
his kisses with equal ardor.  
   Suddenly and without warning, a slight twinge deep
within her body began to unfold into a very pleasant 
discomfort.  Dana's eyes opened wide incredulously.
An exquisite ache was beginning again in the farthest
recesses of her womb.
   That had to be a world record.
   Dana laughed silently.  With Mulder at the helm of
her sexual fulfillment, nothing should surprise her.
   After tonight, she suspected nothing would.
   "Mulder..." she mumbled against his lips.
   "Mmm?" was Mulder's only response, as he continued
his worship of her mouth.
   Rolling Mulder on his back, Dana pried her lips
away from his and straddled his torso with a mischievous
smile.  "It doesn't look like I'll need that five minutes
after all."
   Mulder muttered something under his breath and reached
for Dana, pulling her down to his mouth again.  Dana
moaned under the delicious warmth of his kiss.  His hands
ran down the length of her, over her back, her hips, the
soft, plump flesh of her buttocks.  Dana sighed as his
hands expertly massaged her backside.
   God, this felt good.  Too good.  She needed more of him,
more than just his lips, his mouth.  She wanted to taste
all of him, to prove that reality was in fact better than
mere fantasy.
   "Mulder, take off your shirt," she mumbled into his 
mouth.
   Mulder grinned.  "No."
   "Why not?"
   "Because Scully didn't say."
   Mulder yelped when Dana pinched the sensitive lobe of
his ear.  "Ow," he exclaimed.
   "No more games, Mulder," she said.  "At least not
tonight.  We'll play 'Scully Says' some other time.  Now
take off your shirt."
   "Yes, ma'am," Mulder drawled, pulling the faded cotton
up and over his torso.
   "Take off your jeans too," she commanded, moving her 
hand in slow circles over the massive bulge between his
thighs.
   "Ahhh, Scully..." Mulder whispered as her hands became
more insistent.  He remained supine, frozen, unable to
complete her request.
   "Never mind," she murmured huskily, her hands working
deftly at the buttons of his jeans.  When the last button
gave way with a loud pop, she smiled.  "If you want
something done right..."
   Mulder nodded, grinning.  "You're doing a damn fine
job, too."
   Dana responded with a sly smile.
   When she attempted to pull the denim waistband over
his hips, however, the material refused to budge.
"Mulder," she said, "help me out here."
   Mulder shook his head.  "If you want something done
right," he mocked her in a high falsetto.
   "Just do it, Mulder," she ordered brusquely, her
patience wearing thin.
   A deep chuckle erupted from Mulder's throat.  "What
do I get this time?"
   "Oh, I dunno...."  Dana's fingers strayed below the
elastic waistband of his silk boxers, enclosing around
his hard member.  "I think something like this would
be sufficient payment."  Her fingers began a series of
feather-light caresses along the length of his shaft.
   "Dana..." Mulder rasped, unable to breathe.  "Oh
yeah...."  He lifted his hips so that Dana could 
slide the denim fabric down his muscled legs. 
   "Now the boxers," she said, but her effort was
intercepted by Mulder.
   "Wait a minute," he said with a twinkle in his eye.
   "What is it now?" she wanted to know.
   He grinned again.  "You're wearing more than I am."
   Dana humphed.  "Not by much, Mulder."  Her attention
was drawn to the garter belt and the stockings still on
her legs.
   "That's not fair," he replied mockingly. "If I have
to be naked, you do too."
   Dana leaned over Mulder's mouth, whispering softly.
"I think that's a fair deal."
   Suddenly she found herself swiftly rolled over on
her back by Mulder, desperately attempting to find her
breath after the sudden move.
   "Now it's my turn," Mulder murmured, fingering the
soft lace of the garter belt.  Slowly, reverently, he
began to unfasten the hooks holding the dainty silk
stockings in place.
   As Mulder began to roll the stockings down her 
alabaster legs, Dana moaned.  His fingers knew just
where to caress, to linger, to touch, especially on 
the sensitive underside of her knee.  So proficient were
his hands that Dana began to realize the full 
possibilities of Mulder's tactile talents.
   And if he didn't get those damn stockings off soon,
the torture of those talents would surely render her 
prized self-control into permanent absentia.
   Swiftly, her hands began to complete the work he'd
begun, communicating to him what she wanted him to do.
   "Don't rush, Scully," he whispered against
her legs, holding her hands captive.  "You might put
a run in your pretty hose."  His lips descended to
nuzzle the underside of her knee, and Dana inhaled
with a swift gasp.
   "Mulderrr..." she growled.
   "Like honey," he murmured there, flicking the 
sensitive area with his tongue.
   "Dammit, Mulder," Dana yelled, between heavy
gasps.  "Keep going."
   "Keep going?" Mulder chuckled.  "You mean you
don't want me to stop?"
   "No," she moaned, then frowned in confusion.
"Yes.  No, I mean, yes.  No, wait..."
   "Scully, you need to make up your mind," he said
with an evil grin.  "I won't wait all night."
   Dana sighed.  "You know what I mean, Mulder.
Take off the damn stockings."
   Mulder grinned.  "Yes, ma'am."
   When the last thread of the silken material made its
way over her feet, Dana released a half-contented sigh.
"Now the garter belt," she whispered between gasps, as
Mulders hands slowly caressed the entire length of 
Dana's legs.
   "You feel so good," Mulder groaned, his hands
resting on the insides of her thighs.  "So damn good."
   Moaning, Dana grabbed his hair, pulling him upward.
"I can make you feel better, if you'll take off that
garter belt," she crooned in his ear, reaching between
their bodies to caress the bulge between his silk boxers.
   Mulder gasped suddenly, his eyes tightly closed.
"Dana..." he grunted, grinding his hips against her hand.
   Then suddenly the lace of the garter belt was
separated from the satin of Dana's ivory flesh.  And, for
the first time, Mulder was treated to the image of a
very beautiful---and very naked---Dana Scully.
   His eyes trailed along the length of her, from her
beautiful, angelic face, down to her full breasts, then
further still to her navel and the tight auburn curls
which guarded Dana Scully's most well-kept secret---
the secret of the woman she really was.  The woman 
she could only be with Fox Mulder.
   "Dana..." he murmured, "you have no idea how
beautiful you really are."  His eyes continued to 
appraise and appreciate the curves of her body,
as his hands began the same journey his eyes
had made.
   Dana sighed as Mulder's caresses became more
insistent.  When his fingers finally entered her 
honeyed depths, Dana responded with a loud cry.
   "Mulder!" she begged.  "I need more...please...
Mulder, I can't wait any longer...!"  She began 
tugging at the hem of his boxers, moving them 
downward, over his hips.
   Mulder was eager to help her, quickly stepping
out of the thin material.  He moved above her then,
pinning her body beneath his, moaning as he felt the
wetness of her womanhood greet the hardness of his
arousal.
   "Now," she gasped, squirming frantically beneath
him.  "Now, Mulder!"
   "Scully..." Mulder grunted through clenched teeth,
desperately fighting for control.  "Slowly," he 
ordered himself, closing his eyes.  "Slowly."
   "Fast, slow, whatever," Dana yelled, "but just do
it!"  Her statement was a gruff command.  "Do it now,
Mulder!"
   Mulder closed his eyes and thrust savagely within
her, moaning in unison with Dana as she accepted him,
accepted all he had to give her.  Without a moment's 
hesitation, he began to move deeply within her, his
movements fueled by the plaintive sighs of Dana's
pleasure.
   It was heaven.  Sheer rapture.  No other union 
could ever compare to this, Dana mused to herself
as the fullness of Mulder penetrated her to the core,
over and over, in and out.  Wrapping her legs 
tightly around his hips, Dana moaned and held on for
dear life as Mulder increased the tempo of their
primal dance.
    Hardness and softness, male and female, together,
together and complete.  So this was the divine 
intention of her God...one man and one woman, united
in love, in love so uncommon, so rare, that only one
person could fully experience the paradise of sharing
this highest form of love with another.  She could
almost feel her spirit ascending into the heights
of heaven, merging with the loving spirit of the 
beautiful man above her, inside her, crying out her
name in rapid pants and guttural sobs.
    "Love...you...Mulder..." she softly sighed, unable to 
hide her most secret feelings.  She was one with him.
She felt the same love inside of him, the same love
she'd just confessed.  She could see into his soul,
after five long years of dreaming, hoping, and waiting,
she knew the truth.  The real truth.  He loved her.
Fox Mulder loved her.
    And then she heard him repeat the same words 
she'd just said to him, the same words she'd fought
so hard to suppress, as they frantically moved
together.  The words which confirmed her highest
hopes and dreams.  The same words which sent her
abruptly into the center of the cosmos, into the
heart of all that was life and love.
    She tensed against him, around his engorged
member, screaming in ecstasy as she willingly 
embraced the realm of the highest heaven, the 
blinding light of the Omnipotent in his glory.
All existence was hers, all meaning, all time,
she felt as Mulder attained the same enlightenment.
He yelled her name over and over with words of
love as he collapsed upon her, spent, the warmth
of his life-giving seed inside of her.
    It was some time before either of them
were able to form a coherent thought.  Touching
Dana's face lovingly, Mulder was the first to 
speak.  "Jesus, Scully, I never knew...never knew
it could be like that."
    "Neither did I," she rasped, her throat dry
from her exclamations of pleasure.  "If I'd known,
I never would have waited so long."
    Mulder's goofy grin was nearly enough to ruin
the tender moment.  "So you've been waiting for me,
eh?" he jibbed.  "Now the truth comes out."
    "Watch it, Mulder," she warned jovially, 
pinching his ear, "or it'll be the first and the 
last time you ever grace my bed with your body."
    Mulder chuckled, not about to be deterred.
"So how long *have* you been waiting for me, Dana
Scully?" he wanted to know.  
    "About as long as you've been working up the
courage to tell me how you really feel," Dana 
countered.  "From the beginning."
    "The beginning?" Mulder threw his head back
in hearty laughter.  "So, Dr. Scully, if you know
so much about my real feelings, tell me when you
think I first realized that I wanted to make
mind-blowing love to you."
    Dana allowed a rare, full smile to grace her
entire mouth.  "On the first assignment, the first
night away from Headquarters.  When you inspected
my back for those 'alien marks'."
    "Really?" Mulder said, grinning.  "And what
actions of mine led you to such a perceptive 
conclusion?"
    "Well," Dana replied, "you did nothing to hide
the fact that your hands were lingering too long
in certain areas."
    "Ah," Mulder remarked, "I'm busted.  Caught
red-handed."  He grinned even more widely, raising
his hands in mock surrender.
    "All these years of trying to hide my desire,"
he mused aloud, caressing her hair in languid circles,
"and you've known all along."  He sighed.  "Maybe
I didn't hide it as well as I thought I did."
    Dana shook her head chidingly.  "You kept changing
your mind," she replied.  "I never knew what to think, 
if you wanted me, or if you didn't.  Hence---"
    "Hence the overt 'display' at work," Mulder mumbled
with an ever-expanding grin.  "All those years of lying
finally brought you over the edge, eh, Scully?"
    Mulder held his breath as Dana slightly increased
her hold on a very sensitive area.
    "Hear this, Fox Mulder," Dana whispered in his ear,
"It takes two to play the games we've played for five
years."
    "Okay, okay," Mulder whined in acquiescence. 
"I'm over the edge too.  We both gotta be over the edge
to be doing what we're doing."  He sighed as Dana moved
her hand from his groin.
    "But at least we know the truth," she told him.  
"Not the 'truth' we've been after; our truth.  The truth
that we need each other, more than our jobs, more than
our families, more than...our very existences.  And 
we've finally admitted it to ourselves."  She smiled,
caressing her partner's stubbly jawline.  "After all
those years of sidestepping the issue, you and I 
are finally where we belong."  She ruffled his
hair.  "Even if it did take us five years."
    "Better late than never," Mulder commented,
his lips meeting hers in a tender kiss.
    Dana smiled.  "So does the amorous Agent
Mulder intend to permanently leave the bed of
Dr. Dana Scully, now that he's attained full
carnal knowledge of her?"
    Mulder shook his head.  "What?  And give up
such a good thing?  Hell no."  He waited for Dana to
finish laughing before continuing. "Besides,
her 'bedside manner' is second to none."
    Giggling, Dana kissed Mulder's stubbly
cheek.  "The best in the Bureau," she noted.
    "Besides," Mulder said, "I can't leave, even
if I want to."
    "And why is that?" Dana was very curious of
Mulder's reasons for staying.
    "Because," he said, his grin widening even
more fully, "Scully didn't say."  Embracing the
giggly redhead tightly, Mulder inhaled the scent
of strawberries and cream and the musk of her
spent passion and gave himself over again to 
the power and the wonder of their newfound love.


*THE END*